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64. THE TWIN SCOUTS. “The young men have been upon the war-path, and have taken many scalps. They have taken prisoners, too, and they are before you.” “T see a young squaw among the prisoners. Let her be made welcome.” “Where is Me-rah ?” a. -“ She is within the wigwam.” : “ Me-rah is here,” said a silvery voice. “ What would the war-chief have with her?” “ Let her ask the white maiden to alight, and mile her wel- come to the wigwam. She has come a long distance, and is tired.” Me-rah turned to obey, and as Flora heard her voice, she looked down in wonder upon the beautiful girl who addressed her. Among the Indians there are few beautiful women, what- ever may be said to the contrary. But when we find one who can lay claim to it, it is beauty of no common ‘order. Me-rah’s | face was a perfect Grecian in its outline, with long, midnight masses of hair, which, without a curl or wave, swept half-way to her feet. Eyes of a liquid tenderness at’ times, dark;‘and full of a passionate fire—such a beauty might have been looked for among the children of the sun, the Aztecs. Such a one might Marianna have been, the Aztec love of Hernando Cortez. “ Let the white girl descend,” said she, “and follow Me-ratt into the lodge. She is very welcome to the lodges of the Hu- rons.” | , Flora obeyed the request, and stood within the lodge, which. - was rudely decked with barbaric ornaments. Soft couches, formed of the skins of wild beasts, seemed to invite re- pose. Flora sunk down os one of these with a sigh of © relief. “The white girl is eye said Me-rah. “ Let her rest and be content. Me-rah will not trouble her now.” She passed from the wigwam; and Flora, lying back among the soft skins, was soon oblivious to all outward things. How long she slept she could not tell, but when she awoke, the sweet face of Me-rah bent above her, and her soft voice asked, kindly: ; “ Has the white girl rested well ?” CoMmicsooks.com ai yy